Warning:

Serving refried beans for dinner with the Frey Guys leads to an overabundance of potty talk! Forget about the fact I also made chicken enchiladas from scratch because when I put the bowl of refried beans on the table, the first word spoken was "POOP!" Wyatt couldn't miss out on the fun and I did not put any on his plate until he said, "beans, please." Thank you young child with manners. Then the beans hit the plate and all he had left in his vocabulary was an uproar causing "POOP...POOOOOOP!!" At this point, I gave up and realized it was a loosing battle. OK, um, well, I resigned to the facts of my life and joined the laughter. After all, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em!